Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Mom

As I looked down at my legs in the shower this morning, I thought for sure one of my dogs had jumped in the tub with me.

No such luck.

I came to the realization that springtime is coming and soon I will have to start shaving my legs again.

It's amazing what motherhood, marriage and cold weather has done to my sense of vanity.  When I was a single gal, I wouldn't have been caught dead with Chewbacca legs.  Shorts, capris and skirts encourage me to keep it clean during the summer, but during winter it is another story.  Long pants make it far too easy for me to be lazy and just cover up the evidence.

Of course, this is all my husband's fault.  That jerk loves me no matter how fuzzy my legs are which gives me no incentive to keep up with standard grooming activities.  Just like Winnie the Pooh, he doesn't mind wandering the Hundred Acre Wood, as long as he still gets his jar of honey.